Faith
***This was perhaps my saddest write after seeing images of homeless and starving children in Romania on the tele; I truly believe that no matter what we may boast to accomplishments as a species --- should even one person be starving on the Earth --- we can boast of nothing. ***
----- This is a poem of faith and the miracle nature of God Almighty though it may seem He has done "nothing'; since when does a deity not do anything well within their power ---- is such a God worth mentioning? '---- there is either belief or disbelief; like in reality there is or isn't a God, but always righteous faith has its own reward -----
Somewhere another child weeps,
her mouth dry and thirsty ----
Her stomach throbs from the greed of the world;
she'd go to the local church
but her strength won't let her ----
let her brave the cold
and the chill of dawn
Her torn torn red dress, sags like lost love,
and her shoes
shell-shocked with holes, and travel
from place to icy place;
Where faces are long and uncaring
Where there is evil and greed and sin
In a rose garden she found herself,
and herself alone,
with the delightful flowers
and a wing and a prayer;
She knelt on her dirty knees to smell
the clean red petals
And prayed for an early warm day ----
and praying still,
the sun had risen before the dawn
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2021
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